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Oh ye blessed men from sacred wombs
Flowing cheerfully, on stones and beds,
thy elixir I am, but ye spit thy litters
and ye complain “I hate this stench”
Years back, rolling over flora and fauna
Excited ornamental lean curvy women
Bend their tender hips, to have a sip of water
Striking soldiers safeguarding their love
Days rolled on and my flow increased gradually
After rains, dreaming pairs sat on the shore
Ye sang and danced, praising Divine Love
I heard happy giggles all over, I kissed thy feet
I feel sick, flowing wearily through the dried weeds
My banks left abandoned, as Love has receded,
Into chats and calls, adorned by synthetic smile
I no longer see the trusting eyes drenched in love
I am barren and blind, I can’t move, life clock is dying
Buildings and huts fill my path, enraging my dying heart
With sunken eyes, ye suck deep from me, my leftover
I don’t even have tears for ye, my dear children
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